Balaustrata di brezza

C’est quoi ce petit bruit?
C’est la pluie.
Vous aimez?
La pluie non, mais son bruit oui.
Et le bruit là, c’était quoi?
La foudre.

Jack et la mécanique de coeur

The signs are all there. You just gotta know how to read them.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes;
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Lord Byron

Yesterday at The Fenice Theatre in Venice for “Il barbiere di Siviglia”.